"O hope of all the ends of the earth and the seas that are far away. O blue waves that set us sailors free from the kingdoms of despair. Your way was in the sea, your life was in the sea. O soul rise up with this breeze and allow this salty wind to breathe. O give us voyagers of faith peace at mind, through the roaring waters of this time. Your path is in great waters, your life is in great waters. Your footsteps were never seen and the depths of the world were shaken by a dream."
Sweet words Mr. Klinck.
The music sounds, the faces frown. The laughter comes quietly, in the fog of the downs. Fill my ears with this sound. This sound that mounds, mixing the feelings like a giant tossed salad, awkward and refreshing? The dissonance, the beauty in it, if only because we are imperfect ourselves. The cascade of life, it soaks you in its cold pressure, enveloping you in the warm sun. Come and dry me, o Sun, that I may reflect Your brilliance. We are born in this water. We die in this water. You, who drew the lines of the water's edge, draw Your lines upon me.
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